If I

If I could only paint with music.

If I could only sing a sculpture into being

If I could only delve in the depths and bring out pure beauty

If only I could see your face you could see in me the fantastical reflection of you.


Like water dripping on a rock. Drip, drip, drip… You pour out your compassion, your patience, your wisdom… Drip, drip, drip…

Days, months, years go by. Drip, drip, drip… Generations born unto the next And all the while drip, drip, drip…

But the hearts of men are hard and no water will they accept. Drip, drip, drip… And hard hearts make for soft heads. Drip, drip, drip…

Who will these men blame when there comes a flood? Drip, drip, drip… But themselves…

It takes a long time to flood a valley one drip, drip, drop at a time. But it happens. There’s a book about it.


The truth as I see it

Whose else truth

Perhaps I laid the bread crumbs backward

When you returned , you strolled in whistling, but an alien you’ve remained

In an alien world perhaps, not a very pretty one at that

There are glints of light here and there though, all won’t be lost

Otherwise why would we wait work and wonder

Perhaps the wonder itself is worthy though

It’s not long now, the disinfecting power of pure love is not long

Until then I long an alien in an ugly world

Staring in wonder at the twinkling stars I see, worth the paultry purchase price of penance after all

Some people

All people need to be reminded to be kind. 
Some people need to be reminded (most often) to be kind to others. Other people need to be reminded (most often) to be kind to themselves. 
This is the real difference between people I think. It cuts across all other categories and lines. We can’t see it with our eyes, we can’t tell by where a person is from or in what circles they run. We can only experience it or listen carefully for it. 
Love for others as a predominant trait might be matured into or it might never develop. It might be born into a person and survive to old age or it might be choked off in its youth. It is both reward and burden. Heavy yet comforting. 
As I watch the darkness swarm and claim this day I’m greatful I’ve born witness to the Father and for the Father. I’m greatful I lived to see this day. Unto the dawn of the next I sit in joy and anticipation for wonders I can only begin to imagine.